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Magic Gone Wrong!	By : LucklessMallory Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time was both existent and irrelevant as the two men continued their unique dynamics. Lee’s arm healed nicely, and Gaara’s ambitions were growing larger. He continued to send the demon on dangerous tasks, sometimes testing his strength, and other times for the true sake of the power that was always brought back to him. The sorcerer’s mind had been swelling with an idea for some time now, dwelling on it every hour as he weighed his options and present opportunities. It would be dangerous- for both of them, most likely- and it would be time consuming if he was correct about the process. He wasn’t sure if it was too corrupt for his changed nature, but... it was something he thought needed to be done.
It was early morning. The sun hadn’t yet risen, but the darkness outside was thinning. Lee had spent the night in Gaara’s bed, and had been asleep for hours already. They were both still naked and a bit dirty, but they’d been too exhausted to care when they’d finally passed out. Gaara had woken some time ago however, and had some things on his mind.
The redhead scooted back from where Lee had been wrapped around him and propped his head up on one hand. The smith was still dead asleep, and looked quite peaceful. Not smiling like a fool or furrowing his serious brows as he concentrated on his work- just resting.
“Asmodeus.” Gaara called, his voice only a fraction softer than it normally would have been.
At the sound of the demon’s name, Lee’s eyes blinked open, a sheen on each pure black eye. The twist of his lips broke whatever semblance of peace the smith had as the demon slowly pushed himself up and ran his fingers down Lee’s soiled chest in interest. Lee’s skin remained free from the demon’s marks for now as it regarded Gaara, lust and malevolence lurking behind the heated gaze. “I sense you finally have a task worthy of my power,” it crooned, daring to tilt Gaara’s chin up with two fingers.
Days after Lee’s possession, the demon had revealed the extent of its power to Gaara and what it could do with Lee’s body according to the deal between them. It was free to take possession of Lee’s senses, to see, hear, feel, taste, smell everything the smith did with or without him being conscious of it. But Asmodeus was a demon who took pleasure in its host just as it fueled Lee’s lusts and fed him its power during sex.
Lee’s eyes roved down Gaara’s body appreciatively. “Lending my power for pleasure is a small treat, but I tire of the tasks you give me.”
Gaara jerked his face away from the demon’s hand and frowned. He of course knew that the demon was involved with his physical relationship with Lee- probably more so than even Lee understood- but Gaara didn’t appreciate such familiarity without Lee’s consciousness.
“I have been thinking for sometime,” Gaara began slowly, still mulling over the extent of what he was asking. “About your power, and something I need to have done. My previous master- the sorcerer who trained me- is a very, very powerful man. He is dangerous, and wretched. What... do you know... of placing curses?”
The demon bared Lee’s teeth in a strange grin, so different from the smith’s cheerful smiles. Its eyes flickered as it pulled free from the blanket and stretched out languidly. “Curses...curses. Those are but simple spells that barely dip into your potential, Master Gaara. I may know about your previous master if he has called another demon.”
It toyed with Lee’s muscled abdomen, rubbing the dried cum on Lee’s skin before trailing Lee’s hand down his lower belly.. No matter the bind caused by its name, the demon was free to do as it pleased unless it was harmful to Gaara. “What curse are you thinking of? Months of agony from rotting organs? A plague that will run through countless villages before it stops?”
Gaara’s frown deepened in distaste at the way the demon was touching Lee’s body. The redhead found Lee’s physical features attractive- his strong build, the callouses on his hands, the scars that detailed his skin like a map- but it annoyed him to be reminded that Lee’s body was the property of another now.
“His name is Shukaku. He is nearly as much a demon as you are by now.” Gaara sat up a fraction straighter as he spoke. “I want him to be stripped of his power. I want every piece of pain he inflicts upon others to be turned against him doublefold. I want him to die in complete reclusion.”
The demon paused its exploration of Lee's body at Gaara's words, eyes flickering in recognition of the name. "Ahh the old priest. He is well known as a man who will do anything for power. I doubt he has anything left to give of himself. We have received many innocent sacrifices in exchange for unleashing the darkest forces on his enemies."
A chuckle resonated in Lee's throat. "I'm surprised he was your mentor. Someone who delights in darkness could not have a protege so unwilling to cause destruction." The demon's eyes lidded in thought. "But you do have it in you, don't you? I can feel it lurking in your desires. If I am to place a curse on someone that powerful, it will come at a great price and put you-and this man-at great risk."
“I’m willing to see this through.” Gaara was definitive. On some level he thought this might have been selfish of him to place Lee at serious risk- but Shukaku was a person who needed to perish, and of that he was certain. “I’m willing to put much of my power into this task as well as yours. I’m in no rush. I understand how dangerous it is.”
Gaara sighed and rubbed his face. He was tired. It was still early, after all. “If you can do it, name the price. I’ll decide if it’s worth it.”
“One.” The demon held up a finger. “I will need to be close enough to Shukaku for a curse that strong. Two. The deals he made with my brethren will also play a part in this, and you must be prepared to give an equally high exchange to break the protection he surrounds himself with.” Baring his teeth in a grin, the demon held up a third finger. “And I will need the smith’s body for two days to gather enough power. And conclude some unfinished business.”
Shrugging his shoulders and cracking Lee’s neck side to side, the demon got to its feet off the bed and stretched languidly. “Those are my terms.”
Gaara nodded and laid back for a moment, looking up at the canopy above his bed. His mind wandered as he considered his options. He wasn’t in a hurry. Just as the demon would need time to gather its power, Gaara would want to do the same. He had wanted to know if it could be done, and he was satisfied enough to know that it could.
“Not today. You can count on it within the month, however. I’ll call you when you can begin your two days.” Gaara sat up and scratched the back of his head. He tilted his head at the demon as it stretched Lee’s strong, attractive body. Without the marks, it could probably pass for Lee, until you noticed the eyes. When you looked it in the eyes, a person would know something wasn’t right. “You are dismissed.”
“As you wish.” Bowing slightly despite the glint in its eyes, all marks of the demon receded back into Lee’s body. One blink and Lee’s eyes were back to normal, if a bit dazed like he’d just woken up from a dream.
“Mmnnmmwha...what’ime is it?” Lee mumbled, swaying in place before he stumbled back and caught himself on the side table. The shock jolted him awake, eyes flying wide open and disorientation filling his features. “What- Master Gaara? Why am I-” He began, before his brows furrowed in realization. “Oh, you called the demon.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and shut his eyes as he stretched out his other arm, grunting as it properly woke him up. Padding over to the bed again, he got on it with one knee and leaned over to kiss Gaara chastely. “Good morning. Are you going to be busy for the day?”
“Sorry to startle you like that.” Gaara leaned in to make the kiss last longer, but let the smith go after a few seconds with a small sigh. “I think I have some things that need to be taken care of today, but I might have some spare time. Do you have many commissions to work on?”
The sorcerer slipped out from under the covers and stood on the other side of the bed from Lee. He stretched and yawned, grimacing at the dried grime left on his body from last night. He walked to the short dresser next to the window. There was a bowl of clean water with a cloth in front of the mirror there to clean himself with briefly. He touching his fingertip to the water’s surface and sparked his magic to warm it before he lifted the cloth and began to wipe himself down.
Lee watched Gaara clean himself with a fond smile, cheeks tinging red a little as he eyed the sorcerer’s lean body. “I just need to finish the plating for the artificer’s table and deliver it before noon. Business has been slow this month.” He headed over to where Gaara was and squeezed his shoulders before gathering the clothes he’d discarded last night. “If you are available, would you like to come to town with me? I heard there is a troupe of performers passing by. It would be nice to watch them together.”
He would never tell Gaara about it but with the demon inhabiting him, it was harder to get customers now. People were wary of him, even those who were still friendly with him and commissioned items. The demon always sent a feeling of warning whenever he was around people who could sense it, probably to preserve its host body rather than truly caring about what happens to Lee. There were rumors that Gaara was experimenting on him with the growth potion still in effect and the smith living at the mansion. He knew perfectly well what could happen if worse rumors would begin to emerge.
Taking a walk through town and visiting friends with Gaara might help stop some of the gossip about them.
“I think I heard about that,” Gaara replied. He watched Lee gathering his clothes behind him through the mirror, tilting his head and admiring the view whenever Lee had to bend down to pick something up. “I could use some fresh air. I’ll go.”
Gaara scrubbed the last of the mess on his stomach and between his legs, then dropped the soiled cloth back in the water. He opened one of the drawers on the dresser and pulled out a pair of his favorite leather pants. He slipped them on and strode across the room to Lee. He pulled the man’s face down for another chaste, lingering kiss before eyeing the bundle of clothes in his arms. “Did you find everything?”
A loped grin crossed Lee’s face after the kiss before he nodded. “Everything but my socks. I think your gremlins keep taking them but they refuse to admit it!” He shook his head but hefted the pile of clothes under his arm. No one ever came to the mansion so Lee had eventually formed the bad habit of walking down to his rooms or to the baths naked. “Alright then, I will go make breakfast for us. Meet you in the dining room!”
Cheekily groping Gaara’s ass through the leather pants, he ducked out of the sorcerer’s rooms and headed off to his own room.
Gaara rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the smirk that lifting his mouth and glimmered in his eyes. His time with Lee was quite fun and left him satisfied, which was all he could really ask for in his opinion. The sorcerer finished getting dressed and prepared for the rest of his day.

“I’ll not go any lower. You have my final offer.”
Gaara glowered internally as he examined the buckle that was for sale. The old woman who ran the booth was especially stubborn as they haggled price today. He could always find the leather straps, buckles, and buttons that he liked to wear here, but it was clear that the woman didn’t like him. He tried to remain impassive as he felt the weight of his item in his hand and glanced at some of the other things on display.
“If I wanted to pay that much, I might as well throw in those straps as well.” He took those down from a shelf and showed it to her. “Add these, and I’ll pay just three pieces more.”
The woman glared and lifted her chin. “Four pieces more.”
As Gaara continued to haggle with the woman, Lee held back the laughter that threatened to spill. Gaara was stubborn and stingy down to the last copper piece. He looked over Gaara’s shoulder, amused at the amount of leather in the stall and the greedy gleam in the sorcerer’s eyes. He’d personally never stopped by this stall, but knew the seller had a reputation for selling as high as her pride was.
“Hmm...the edges of that buckle is not even,” he pointed out, fishing the item from Gaara’s palm. “See, if you try to fix a strip of leather here, the end will not fit well and the leather will have folds at the edges. In fact, three pieces is too much and I could craft better ones for you at my forge.” Eyes crinkling, he set the buckle back on the counter and made a show of tapping Gaara’s arm to go.
“Hold on a minute! These are quality materials and the best you can find here.” The woman scowled at Lee’s interference. “Four pieces with the straps and a strip of cured leather, and we’ll call it even. You’ll see that that buckle will make a fine belt.”
Gaara raised a brow and weighed his items for another moment as if he were still debating. When the woman finally huffed an impatient sigh, he nodded and began fishing out his coin purse. “I suppose that will do.”
After he’d paid the woman and had taken to walking back through the market with Lee, Gaara offered his friend a small smirk. “Thank you, Lee. I should take you shopping more often.”
Lee laughed once they were out of earshot and grinned at the sorcerer. “What can I say? Metal is my expertise. I still do not understand your fascination with leather though. It does not look very comfortable.”
He kept a safe distance from the sorcerer to avoid arousing suspicion about the true nature of their relationship. However, he couldn’t help pulling Gaara closer or keeping a protective arm on the man’s shoulder when they walked through the crowd. The town square was filled with everything from food stalls to street performers. It was chaos and Lee revelled in every part of it after living at the mansion for a long time.
“Oh! Have you ever tried Madam Goodwin’s honeyed yams? She only sells them during festivals. You should really try one.” Tilting his head towards the food stalls, he started heading in that direction all the while keeping his eyes on the sorcerer.
“I’ve never heard of them.” Gaara raised his brow and looked onto the booth with interest. He’d visited Madam Goodwin before, but hadn’t been aware she made anything special for festivals or occasions. He was just about to say something else when he was cut off by a loud exclamation behind them.
“Lee?! Is that you?” Sakura was dressed in a brilliant red summer dress for the festival. Her hair was tucked back and her eyes were wide with delight as she strode up to the pair. She hesitated and a flicker of doubt crossed her face when she got closer to Lee, but she tried to cover it up with a bigger smile. “Wow, you’ve... grown.”
Lee’s head whipped towards the sound of Sakura’s voice. With a grin and a shout of “Miss Sakura!”, he cheerfully enveloped her in a warm embrace. Whatever feelings he had for her had turned into friendly affection. “I did not know you were back in town! How was your training under Doctor Tsunade? You cut your hair! It suits you very well, Miss Sakura.” He stepped back, looking over the woman excitedly. “It has been a long time since we last talked. I have missed you a lot!”
Laughing at Lee’s enthusiasm, she fingered the shorter haircut she sported. “I missed you too Lee. My training went very well. Doctor Tsunade worked me hard but she taught me so much about healing people.” Her smile faltered when she looked up at Lee again. There was something strange about her friend, something that went past his physical growth. Turning her eyes away from Lee towards his companion, she paused before greeting him as well.
“Hello Sorcerer Gaara. I hear Lee is staying at your home now. Has he been causing you any trouble?” She asked, wondering why she felt so uneasy around the two of them.
“There was a brief issue involving soot build up in my home, but we’ve resolved it.” Gaara stepped around from where he was still half hidden behind Lee and tilted his chin down at the woman. He’d only talked to Sakura once or twice himself, and seen her around the town. He hadn’t even been aware that she’d left for training or what not. He turned his head toward Madam Goodwin’s booth. “I am going to buy some of those honeyed yams. I’ll be right back.”
“A soot issue?” Sakura watched Gaara walk away with raised brows. She felt her stomach churning for some unidentifiable reason at being left alone with Lee. They were in the middle of the market, surrounded by a crowd of fellow townsfolk, but she still didn’t feel... right. Not at ease, or relaxed.
Lee felt the demon stir in him and he glanced at Sakura in concern. The warning thudded in his chest but surely Sakura wouldn’t avoid him like everyone else if he was still friendly towards her. “Since moving to the mansion, I had to move my forge with me. Master Gaara hates it when the soot from my hearth gets all over his things.” He chuckled, trying to ease the tension he felt from Sakura. “So how have you been? I have not passed by your clinic yet and have not been in town much. Is it open again?”
Sakura smoothed some of the folds on her dress as she regarded Lee. She was more attuned to the energies of nature after learning from Tsunade. There was definitely something disrupting Lee’s normally bright aura. “I’ve opened my clinic already. You wouldn’t believe how many people are visiting everyday! You should drop by some time. We can catch up and you can tell me all about how you ended up living with Sorcerer Gaara.” She smiled.
Gaara was in line in the booth, gazing at nothing as he stretched his power back to Lee and Sakura, eavesdropping on their conversation. They both sounded cheery, but it rang a false note, as if they were both trying too hard. Their voices were almost anxious. The sorcerer frowned when he noticed the warnings that the demon emitted from Lee’s aura. He pulled out his change purse when he got to the front of the line and asked for the yams.
“You know, Lee,” Sakura commented after a pause. She wrung her hands in front of her and hesitated for an instant. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I want you to come to me. I’ve been hearing some rumors, and I know that you can take care of yourself, but... everyone needs someone to talk to, right?”
Lee’s smile softened into a faint line at the offer. Brows furrowing, he glanced over at Gaara’s back then nodded hesitantly at Sakura. “That would be nice. Please do not believe any of the rumors about us. Erm, whatever rumors you have heard. You know I would never enter into something blindly or unwillingly.”
“Lee.” Sakura raised a brow. “This is you we’re talking about. Just...be careful. Around everyone in town and around him.” Her face twisted in worry once more as she reached out and placed a hand on Lee’s forearm, a chill running up her spine, before she pulled her hand back quickly and excused herself.
Looking after the woman, Lee sighed quietly and ran a hand through his hair. At least Sakura still wanted to talk to him even when he could see how disturbed she was. He searched the stalls for Gaara and went over to join him again.
The sorcerer collected his purchase and turned just in time to see Lee ducking to enter the stall. He stepped up to his friend and held out half his haul for the other to take. He didn’t comment on the smith’s conversation with Sakura, or show that he had heard anything. He knew that Lee was going to have some tough times, and alienate people he cared about. Gaara experienced it all the time, and he hoped that Lee was strong enough to rise above it in the end. “Is there anything else you wanted to do before we started walking back?”
”No, I am good to head home.” Lee said, accepting half of the yams and biting into the sweet starchy crop. Bumping into Sakura had been a surprise, but not a completely pleasant one. Trying not to ruin their day with his mood, he smiled at the sorcerer and waved goodbye to Madam Goodwin and her assistant as they left the stall.
“I enjoyed going out with you today, Master Gaara. Thank you for accompanying me. Maybe next time we have a festival, we can put up a stall for your potions.” He slung an arm behind Gaara’s neck as they maneuvered past the last of the crowds.
Gaara smirked and allowed Lee to lead him through the throng of festival goers. It still annoyed him how easy it was for Lee to put an arm around his shoulders when Gaara would have to reach awkwardly high to do the same, but he was getting used to it by now. “I tried that once, at another town, years ago. I got in some trouble for selling too many love potions. I’ve tried to stick to more practical themes since then, but I still get the odd commissions.”
Taking a bite of a yam, Gaara chewed thoughtfully. It was good. Better than he’d thought it would taste. It left his fingers sticky, but he didn’t mind. They turned away from the market and began to walk along the road that lead to Main Street, which would then lead them away from the town limits.
“I think that comes with the job, Master Gaara.” Lee chuckled, staring over people’s heads easily at the sun setting on the horizon. It had been a good day.
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